Tell me something.
Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I want… Continue reading
Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I want… Continue reading
A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Spanish Lullaby. Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and we… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in Michigan. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading
We are, what we became. 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading